#while all being gifty

[mjtheartist04]

Happy FruitBats🦇🍒 day and Happy Anniversary to my wonderful sweet darling wife @hypocriticaltypwriter

Already One year of being best friends and yet it feels like we’ve been friends my whole life🥺…

God I sometimes don’t know what to say because I feel like words are not enough to express how much I appreciate and love you…

Thank you…gosh! just thank you for being such a supportive and caring friend! for being there for me when I needed it and for making me such beautiful thoughtful gifts. I always admire the person that you are, so kind and hardworking, always bringing a smile on peoples faces, one of the sweetest and kindest souls I’ve had the honor of meeting…i couldn’t ask for a better friend💕🥹

I treasure every little moment and every little memory we have together, my days always become so much brighter when I spend them with you, even if it’s just for a small moment, you’ve never failed to put a smile on my silly face. and I can’t wait to spend many more years and make lots of new memories with you🫶

Love you to the moon and back🌙💖

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Jay Kuo at The Status Kuo:

There’s a strange phenomenon occurring with the terminally online right. Ever since Vice President Kamala Harris announced that Gov. Tim Walz would be her running mate, many of the right have acted with fury. They’ve attempted to “Swift Boat” his 24-year service record in the Army National Guard. They’ve called him a racist for talking about “white guy tacos.” And they’ve dredged up a nearly 30-year old DUI—for which he took accountability and after which he stopped drinking altogether—to prove he’s somehow not so perfect a role model.

What they haven’t been able to do is make any of this stick. And yet, Walz continues to draw fire, which could otherwise have been directed at Harris. In other words, Walz is turning out to be a shrewd pick. At net 11 points positive favorability in polls, Walz is immensely more popular than his counterpart on the GOP ticket, JD Vance, who is underwater by nine. And as they continue to rail against him, the right keeps making his fundamental point about them: They are just really weird. In today’s piece, I explore some theories about why Walz brings out the worst impulses of the right just by being who he is. Then I’ll lay down some political tarot cards and prognosticate about where I think this leads.

Politico Uno Reverse

By most identity measures, Walz should be one of the MAGA right. He’s a midwestern white dude in his late 50s. He loves to hunt and is a sharpshooter. He served for decades in the military and achieved the highest enlisted rank of Command Sergeant Major. He was a football coach who helped lead his team to the state championship. And yet, despite all these identity markings, Walz in an unabashed progressive. He is for reproductive rights and an ally and protector of gay teens. And there isn’t a bigoted bone in his body. It’s as if when Harris picked him, she played, as writer Anna Gifty Opoku-Agyeman succinctly described it, a “political uno reverse.” The Walz card threw it right back at them, as if to say, “I’m a guy just like you, but without any of the weird baggage.” The MAGA GOP’s base is supposed to include white guys like Walz. But here is living evidence that they don’t have all of them or the best of them. That’s why they’re so eager to discredit him, because if they don’t, as psychologist Julie Hotard notes, then Walz will stand instead as a model of what is possible. On many levels, an appealing, white, male Democrat is a far bigger threat to their sense of identity than even a biracial woman candidate for president.

[...]

Attacking Mr. Nice Guy

For the past two decades, the GOP has shifted markedly toward being a party of cruelty, of “owning” the libs and drinking their tears, and of being as unpleasant and in-your-face as they can be. That kind of behavior has been rewarded with appearances on Fox and other right wing media, fundraising dollars from the MAGA base, and a spot at the side or in the tweets of the ex-president himself. As author Patrick S. Tomlinson observed, Walz represents what shouldn’t be an extraordinary notion: that you can be a nice guy, supportive of women, embracing of gay people, and still be all the coded masculine ideals of soldier, football coach, hunter and father that the MAGA right believed it had a lock on. Plus, you can be all those things without ever asking weird questions about menstrual cycles, chromosomes and genitalia. The right even tried to make a big deal about Walz’s efforts as governor to ensure free tampons were available to girls in school. Rumors circulated that schools had been required to also put tampons in boys’ bathrooms, but those claims turned out to be untrue, while demonstrating how off kilter the right becomes over sexuality and gender. The “Tampon Tim” moniker didn’t stick. On the contrary, there are probably many moms and dads grateful for a governor like Walz who is thinking about their daughters’ needs.

Jay Kuo explains the real reason why the right is being driven crazy by Tim Walz: The fact that he has a profile that would typify a MAGA voter (football coach, military service, loves to hunt) yet is a progressive white dude (solid LGBTQ+ rights ally before it became fashionable among Democrats).

[plasticflowersinahistorycemetery]

Sweet little gifty surprise for my sexy bestie sminerella bc I love you <3

Ex boyfriend mechanic!dean.

You’re out late (maybe a bar, maybe a club, idk your choice) and you come out to find that, oh no, your tire is completely flat with a big slice through it. Womp womp.

So you naturally call Bobby and he’s like “yep, on it. You got it.” But who shows up? Dean. And you want to be annoyed but he’s being all sweet about it, especially if you’re upset or crying I absolutely would be “It’s fine, baby. We’ll get the spare put on and replace it in the morning. No big deal.”

And then you’re back in his garage, all sniffles and teary eyes because you have the worst goddamn luck, watching him work because, of course, he’s found something he just has to tune up. And you’re handing him tools as he asks for them— just like old times.

He’d point that out, of course. Smiling, being all charming and shit. So really, who are you to resist when he’s crowding you against the work bench, slipping his hand down your pants, telling you to just let him back you feel better. “I gotcha, honey. Let me worry about it. You just close your eyes and relax.”

Ex boyfriend mechanic!Dean who absolutely slashed your tire while it sat in that parking lot so he could have an excuse to play knight

CLAIRE?! holy FUCKING shit. the stuck-out part?!?!?!

that made me clench on NOTHING WOOOOW

[bluepandastarfish]

Lady Dimitrescu x Ghost! Fem Reader

Ghost of castle dimitrescu drabble/bullet points... enjoy!  

Warnings: none I think? Worrying? Contiousness about appearance? Mention of body parts?

- Honestly neither of you are very aware of the significance of the holiday, either too caught up with each other or just not caring for the world outside because you both know you can never be a part of it. Issue is, the girls have various reasons for being invested in the holiday. 

- Bela seems eager to invite lady benevientio around to the castle and since you aren’t too happy with the idea of meeting and adjusting to new people you've made it a mission to avoid the woman. 

- Daniela reads. Most of the time romantic stuff but it gets extra bad when close to this holiday because she gets it in her head that the maids are all so sad for being alone on valentines because all the people in her novels are so happy together. She ends up sending gifts to each of the maids, old and young, which mostly involve body parts along with romantic notes from their ‘secret admirer’. The sentiment would be incredibly heartfelt to anyone who understood how much Daniela disliked sharing her food, unfortunately the staff are not very appreciative. 

- It's for this reason that Cassandra enjoys the holiday. She gets to deal with any of her sisters' ungrateful gifties. The ones who Daniela finds herself too ‘heartbroken’ to deal with herself. Such a fine collection of hysterical little humans to have fun with. 

- Regardless , these are the reasons that you and Alcina are made so painfully aware of the approaching holiday. In all honesty you personally wouldn't mind just acting like it was a normal day, filling your time together with chatting and listening to alcina describe food taste while you listen to records. 

- Alcina has gotten it into her gorgeous mind that you deserve something more and spends the days leading up trying to figure out what gift to get you. You are a ghost, incapable of enjoying food so that was off the table. Perhaps an instrument? Although her oprah hall already held a variety and you'd never expressed much interest in playing one. 

Jewelry likely wouldn't work either, she wasn't sure how it would take to your little disappearing acts. 

And so the day before came and instead of enjoying it like she thought she would, she finds herself worrying over your every microexpression up until she final falls asleep. 

You laid opposite her in bed again, watching her lips twitch as she slept and having to hold yourself back from laying a soft kiss on them. Alcina had been distracted for a few days now and it was difficult to put a finger on why. In some ways it made you conscious of yourself, there was nothing you could actively do to change your appearance as it was heavily reliant on your emotions but it was still a  possibility that it bothered her. Your hair was perpetually unkempt, your gown perpetually creased and your face perpetual gaunt. 

She herself was a goddess, skin smooth and the color of ash. You’d always liked grey tones, such a simple color that could change its meaning depending on the lightness or darkness added to it, such a flexible color. Her face even without her makeup was perfectly featured and her cheeks just chubby enough for your whole hand to be able to hold them, helped by her size which was another thing that only added to her beauty. 

Even sleeping she was effortlessly, painfully hypnotizingly beautiful. 

But then she was awake, without even realizing when she woke up the next time you focused on her eyes you noticed then open and staring back at you. Lazily narrowed with a small smirk lining her lips. “I suppose I should find it disturbing how you enjoy watching me, hm?” 

She was teasing, you knew that, but the train of thought today was not helped by her words. She seemed to notice though, looking more concerned by the flicker in your expression. After so long of not revealing yourself to anyone you had lost the ability to control the way they expressed themselves on your face, which certainly helped her in deciphering your mood. “I was teasing.” 

She whispered softly, bringing one hand to rest on your cheek, a small sigh leaving her in relief that she didn't phase through you like last time. You swallowed the lump in your throat “are you upset by me?” you question plainly, wanting to know the truth before you decide to disappear again in your emotional state. 

She sat up, leaning on an elbow and staring down at you “why would i be, my darling?” 

It made your lip tremble, the way she softened her voice on purpose. Youd watched her do it with Daniela on numerous occasions and it made you feel so incredibly small and silly for having such concerns. “I just- your really quite beautiful and i can't fix myself for you” your words left you in a rush, avoiding her eye as you spoke. 

Alcina had often found herself questioning your emotional behaviours. Since you made yourself known to her you were a very impulsive creature and she had put it, like other things, down to your lack of direct interaction with most anyone since you’d died. It didn’t matter too much, but she considered herself to have an inquisitive personality so narrowing down the cause of the- well not ‘issue’ but quirk- would perhaps help with overcoming it. She learned to be gentle with you, calm and collected where necessary but also firm when necessary. It was much like parenting, though Alcina despised the comparison because you were not unintelligent or childish but she could not think of a better comparison to make. 

“If you think I am beautiful, how can you not see it in yourself?” she saw the urge in you to lift your head up and smiled at the reaction. “I pale quite dramatically in comparison to you, I'm really quite unsure how you act so humble with that appearance of yours. Im consistently struck with jealousy and attraction for you, my love” 

She never doubted your intelligence, though, so when you went to undoubtedly retort something smart at her she shushed you with a finger to your lips. “And should you doubt yourself again, I will be sure to remind you of your beauty one way or another.” 

You huff, considering whether you want that currently or not but ultimately decide to save it for later in the day when you were feeling a bit more lucid. “Why do you always have things to say?” 

She let out a laugh at that, deciding not to answer your question as she instead brought a hand to tilt your head up to look at her. “Now then, what brought this about? These thoughts plaguing you?” 

You chewed on the inside of your lip, it not causing any damage or pain due to your nature. “You seemed… distant these past few days. I wondered if you’d tired of me already.” 

She scoffed, more annoyed with herself than you. “Tiring of you is a mission I don't think I'll ever succeed, little spirit.” she pushed her lips together before speaking again. “I was encouraged by my girls' enjoyment of Valentine's Day to try and find you a gift. Thought found it difficult to narrow down an idea-” 

“-but i don't need a gift?” you cut her off, earning a glare that you promptly ignored. “Alcina, my time with you is a gift- has been a gift. I'm not sure I could ask for a better one even if I was alive!” you grin up at her, your body looking much more alive as your cheeks filled in a bit and your skin gained a bit more color. She beamed back at your radiency, finding the notion of her disliking your appearance completely deranged. 

“Then I, my love, do not need anything other than you in turn. You see how I felt about your worries then?” she grinned, seeing the thoughtful expression on your face. 

“I suppose that makes sense” you said slowly, the thoughtful look never quite leaving your face. “Well, in any case, you should go back to sleep.” 

“Why?” 

“I miss looking at you when you're so defenseless, it's adorable” your tone was a borderline whine, and the laugh it brought from your lady was enough to confuse you, you weren't joking so why was she laughing? 

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A/N: this is cannon to our lovley couple! Just after they establish their relationship which hasn't been written yet cuz I'm a looser who got distracted by other stuff :P it's being written I promice!!

[mandiemegatron]

ꜰᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴡᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ

A Trafalgar Law/YN mini ficlet ✨️💖

Rated: G

Fluff, slow romance, Law being annoyed that he has emotions.

A/N: A lil gifty-poo for my friend @baka-tsuki - I hope you have a better night bestie and I hope you enjoy this lil treat 👀✨️💖

We love soft Law in this household! I hope you all enjoy 🥺💖✨️

Header by @baka-tsuki / @baka-tsuki-2 💖

The first time Laws skin brushed yours, it was like a spark had run through his fingers as he handed you a cup of tea, crawling up his entire arm until the tingles settled at the back of his neck. You didn't notice how the tips of his ears burned, and he breathed a soft sigh of relief when you turned away. He locked himself in his office the rest of that night, his face buried in his hands as an irritated huff left him every once in a while.

Annoying.

The second time, your shoulders had bumped each others as you leaned on the railing up top, enjoying the last few moments of sun shine as it set for the day. He knew you loved sunsets, always finding you watching the sun fall into nothingness every time the sub was ascended and somehow found solace in spending those quiet moments with you.

His heart skipped a beat as you sighed, an almost lost look on your face as the sun finally disappeared beyond the waterline, looking up at him with a small smile. It skipped again as you thanked him for staying; he was unable to return the smile but gave a short nod instead, basking in the grin you gave in turn.

Incredibly annoying.

The third time, you'd stumbled into his office, holding your bleeding left shoulder. Your knees hit the ground and he was out of his chair in a flash, gently yet firmly grasping you by the uninjured shoulder.

"Y/N-ya, what the hell happened?!"

He hated how his voice cracked, shock and worry slipping through the cracks in his skin as he flew into doctor mode. He didn't even give you a chance to respond as he summoned a room, the both of you disappearing in a blue bubble and ending up in the infirmary.

He helped you up onto a table, making quick work to scrub his hands as speedily as possible at the sink before rushing back over to snap on his medical gloves. He gently removed your bloodied hand, giving a low huff as he examined the damage.

"O-one of the boilers had a leak- I didn't move in time- OUCH, mother fucker, can you not?!"

He glared down at you as you snapped at him, his thumb pressing a bit too roughly right on the border of your burned skin. You both stared each other down before you relented, giving a roll of your eyes before looking down at your dirtied work boots.

There was an excruciatingly heavy silence that hung around you both as he worked, his fingers practically flying over your skin as he disinfected and brushed a salve over the burn. You hissed and groaned, squeezing your eyes and hands into fists, fighting back another snark as you bit the inside of your cheek.

"You need to be more aware of your surroundings-"

Your head snapped back to him, and you gave him the darkest look you could, trying to convey that you already understood and felt stupid enough as it was. It took him a moment, but it clicked eventually, causing him to sigh with an air of annoyance as he reached for the gauze.

"... at least I'll have a cool scar?"

His eyes were wide as he turned back to you, unable to wrap his head around how quickly your attitude changed, an almost cheeky grin covering your features as your feet swung back and forth slightly.

"Woman, you are absolutely insane, did you know that?"

You gave a chuckle and shrugged, unable to keep the grin from your lips.

"Ah, but of course! It keeps the locals away."

Law couldn't stop the snort that bubbled up, rolling his own eyes as he began to wrap your upper arm and shoulder, his lips pressed into a firm line for a moment before he retorted,

"No wonder you fit right in. Apparently, I have a habit of adopting weirdos." His voice was almost mocking, though a joking tone made its way through easier than it had before. How he ended up here, able to make jokes with one of the most annoying yet cute people ever, perplexed and irritated him to no end.

Absolutely, incredibly annoying.

He had just finished cleaning you up, moving less than a space away as he snapped off his gloves, tossing them onto his tray when you suddenly grasped his one tattooed hand with your uninjured one, a gentle thumb brushing over his knuckles.

"You are the best doctor in the world," you gushed with a slightly smaller smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before letting it fall back to his side. Your cheeks burned as you finally looked up at his face, feeling your stomach flip-flop as his own cheeks flushed pink.

"Yes, I'm aware."

He internally smacked himself over the head, sighing with a huff as he ran the hand you didn't touch through his messy hair.

"... I, uh ... thank you."

You gave him a swift thumbs up and hopped off the table, quickly making your way to the doors as you threw over your shoulder,

"Anytime, boss. See you at dinner!"

Before he could respond, you flew out the doors the second you opened them, slight panic on your face as you booked it to your shared room with Ikkaku, ripping the door open and slamming it shut. Your back hit the door and you exhaled slowly, trying to calm your racing heart.

"Ugh, disgusting. Who said you could give me feelings, you rat bastard," you murmured to yourself.

The fourth time was that night, out on the deck once more as the sun slowly fell behind looming storm clouds. Law made his way to you and glanced over your wrapped shoulder, ignoring your sounds of protest as he gently poked and prodded.

"Oi, come on man, that sucks- ouch, Law!"

He stopped, his hands not moving from your skin though his eyes met yours, an unrecognizable look in his eyes. You rarely, if ever, called him his name. He decided then and there that he could listen to you say it over and over and never get sick of it.

"Y/N-ya, I apologize."

His voice was low, genuine in his apology as his eyes never left yours. His heart jumped when your eyes flickered to his lips, your own pressing into a thin line as you stared back up at him. It was only a few moments before you sighed softly through your nose, eyes closing as you leaned into him.

"I'm too tired to argue with you," You moaned out, the side of your face meeting his chest as he turned to hold you. He was stiff, an embarrassed look on his face as he thanked whatever gods were up there that everyone else had retired inside for the night.

As the sun finally disappeared, Law looked down at you, his gaze meeting the top of your head. After a moment, he gave a sigh of his own, his forehead meeting the top of your noggin as he finally began to relax. It felt so foreign, having a warm body in his arms and the feeling of warmth that filled his chest.

"We should go in," he murmured into your hair, unwilling to move or lift his face from your hair. His stomach flipped when you chuckled softly, pulling away enough to look up at him with an almost pleading expression.

"Can we just stay out here a little longer? Please?"

Your plea was so quiet, the sound almost not meeting his ears, and he couldn't fight back the small smile that washed over his lips as he relented.

"Alright brat, just a little longer."

Maybe... not that annoying.

A/N: WEEE WELL, there we have it !!! It took me about 3 hours to write and beta so if there's any mistakes, it's cos I was stoned and missed it! 😂✨️💖

I hope you all enjoyed, please like and relbog if you did, we love a soft Law in this house 😭😭😭😭

Love you all, be good my little tangerines! ❤️

[commander--wake]

i feel like i must: commander wake

THE POWER OF WAKE COMPELS YOU!!!!!!

sexuality headcanon: I mean bisexual I guess. it's not really that deep though b/c I don't think that post-apocalyptic society really has norms or attitudes toward sexuality the same way we do (e.g. born in the morning's fifteen dads, I'm sure there are other new rho examples of queerness) like wake isn't wearing a pride pin ykwim. but she seems like a woman who doesn't have time for much of a personal life, so when given the opportunity she's going to go straight for what and who she wants regardless of the gender shape they come in

gender headcanon: she's a wommon. see above. and btw my viewing her as a woman IS important to my thots on her character because i love vicious killer women, i love women who lie to & delude themselves in the service of their ambitions, and i especially love women characters who DO NOT WANT to be MOTHERS

a ship I have with said character: wake/pyrrha/g1deon duhhhh..... another less obvious fave is wake/mercymorn primarily on account of this great fic. and sorry i like wake/john on account of the Twisted Themes of it all so if anyone ever wanted to make my day/life they'd write me a little wake/john torturewhump gifty because imperial villain/defiant captured rebel is one of my formative ship shapes and it's only even better because they are also god & mary snarling mommy and evil justaguy daddy of lesbian jesus ^_^

a BROTP I have with said character: the tragedy of wake (one of them anyway) is that she has no one to really spill her heart out to!!! she has so many secrets and is juggling so many plates at once, and no one is really her equivalent in rank (esp toward the end) and she's too good an operative to spill classified info for the sake of her feelings. I guess we suffer would be a good genfic partner for her (but honestly that would be a bit more of a hero worship thing of a younger woman for an older one) (which is now getting shippy to me lol). oh I bet aiglamene would be fun too! but that would have to be pure fanon lol. I think I also read a wake/pelleamena or wake&pelleamena fic that was fun...

a NOTP I have with said character: wake/pyrrha while kicking g1deon out into the dumpster. he doesn't have to participate or be there (beyond his body being there lol...) but I despise when people devalue him as a way to up pyrrha. great way to make me click the <- arrow and make a mental note to never read it again lol

a random headcanon: wake is an amazing political actor and theorist. she would have to be to unite so many disparate wings of BOE to achieve these major goals. I was going to say she's a great realpolitik strategist but BOE actually seem to have a pretty active moral compass as well (I mean "no civilians" is such a low fucking bar but they still do better than most armies in history and modernity lol). so yeah we'll just say. she is an inspiring speaker and brilliant strategist as well as being a bloodthirsty killer cherished as the finest champion of her people

general opinion over said character: oh I don't know I don't have much of an opinion about her. I certainly haven't written a fic series about her or anything... who even thinks about a guerrilla general deadbeat mom who defied an empire until her hubris destroyed her then pursued her enemies even past the abyss of death

[sharky857]

u still up for the ao3 wrapped asks? may i ask for the whole package (if nothings been asked yet)? 😈

Oh...

Oh lawd...

This might take a while.

How many words have you written this year? Who even counted? :°D

How many works did you publish this year? *checks AO3* Turns out it's 15.

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? The Good, The Bad and The Monkey (Captain Simian fic), mainly because it's the longest fic I've ever written, finished and uploaded.

What work of yours has the most hits? *checks AO3 again* Turns out it's Unwanted Visitor (Stardew Valley fic), currently with 1.15 hits

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? Idk, probably all those that got even just a single comment.

Favorite title you used Probably "Fish Out Of Water" (Hazbin Hotel fic)

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Pairing you wrote the most for this year? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (literally, I can't think of anything in this sense ghdsklfsdjkl)

What work was the quickest to write? Almost all my uploaded works take anything between 1 day and 1 week.

What work took you the longest to write? Tentablocked (Warframe 1999 fic), ironically also one of the shortest stories to write. I just kept on "shame-blocking" myself at every turn. :°D

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year? None. I can't keep anything in a WIP state for too long, lest my inspo decides to peace out as my hyperfixation diverts its attention elsewhere.

What’s your longest work of the year? See question #3

What’s your shortest work of the year? Gamer Bond (Warframe 1999 fic), 2.655 words spread into a single chapter.

What WIP are you taking into next year with you? Maybe that super-dramatic fic about Amir's near death experience during a mission (totally not an Amir/Quincy fic *COUGH*). It's nowhere in any doc file, but it's still rotating in my head from time to time.

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? Probably "canon divergence" for the "Warframe 1999, more like Warframen't 1999 amirite fellas?" entire series

Your favorite character to write this year? Aoi "Chopper" Morohoshi (sorry, Amir!!)

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year? Any Hazbin's canon one who wasn't Angel Dust, apparently :°D

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? Quincy/Amir (sibling relationship)

Which work of yours have you reread the most? Usually that happens mosty with my latest uploaded stories, so I'd say "Heart to Heart" and "New Year Kiss", both Warframe 1999 fics.

How many kudos in total did you get this year? *checks AO3 yet again, this time with a small calculator* Apparently it's a whoopin' 152

Which work has the most comments? *checks AO4 for the maybe-4th time* "The Final Breakdown" (Warframe 1999), with 24 comments

Did you do any collaborative works this year? Nu :(

Did you write any gifts this year? Ye :) "Intruder Alert" (Warframe 1999) has been a giftie to @gaogaigar-the-king (which has also aged like fine milk, considering what we finally know about the '99 events. But hey, that one is part of the "canon divergence on purpose", soo...)

Did you receive any gifts this year? Nu, but that's okay ❤

What’s your most common category? "Gen(eric)" ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What do you listen to while writing? Nothing, I need full focus and music may distract me.

Favorite work you wrote this year? Just so I'm not being repetitive, "Tough Luck" (Warframe 1999 fic)

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

This one from "Operation: Get Along" (you'll never guess that it's another Warframe 1999 fic):

Amir gradually closed the distance with the other. He would’ve also been aggressively poking his chest, had he not needed the free hand to crawl in Quincy’s direction. “Aoi can fuck shite up, Arthur can fuck shite up, and you can fuck shite up. Each one of us can fuck shite up.” He went relentlessly on, now with his nose a mere couple inches from the one of the speechless marksman. “And you know why? Because, and here’s a shocker to your egomaniac macho self, nobody is perfect! Not even you!” “So, mark my words,” the fed up technician concluded his rant, “next time I’ll hear this is all your fault, Amir or something like that, I’ll leave you with three options: a simple fuck you, a warning zap, or a broken nose.” Quincy couldn’t hold back a snort at that very last statement. “Oh, please. You couldn’t even hurt a fl- OW!” Amir had just managed to deliver a quick blow at Quincy’s nose. Fortunately for the marksman, the space they were trapped in didn’t offer much room for a full swing and his nose was left intact, only mildly aching. “Wanna try that again, buddy?” The techie hissed lowly.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (sorry, nothing come to mind)

[meowzfordayz]

hiiiiii t!!!! actually *ahem* ho, ho, ho!!! it is ME, your secret santa here to drop off a little teeny winter gifty just for you. i hope this season has been nothing but lovely to you and im sending you a big warm hug and a blown kiss. happy holidays!

“Hey love?”

Giyuu’s words are soft as the pillow you rest your head upon, whispered just below your earlobe. His face has been buried in your neck for an amount of time you’ve long lost track of, breaths coming in hot puffs against your neck. While you’ve dozed off thanks to the comfort of being this close to him, he has remained awake, gazing out of the small window above your bed to the winter morning outside it.

“Everything okay?” You ask, voice thick with sleep and mouth dry. He nods and you feel the sensation of his answer rather than see it. Snuggling closer to his side, he wraps one arm around your waist and holds you to him.

“Yeah, of course.” The velvety depth of his voice vibrates against your earlobe once again and both of your eyes open, looking down to meet his eyes that are gazing directly at you. “I only wanted to tell you that it snowed.”

It’s difficult for you to shoot up from where you’re laying with his arm wrapped around you but you manage and it makes the usually stoic man chuckle, following suit and sitting up so he can gaze out of the window with a better view.

Powder white snow falls in fat flakes and you gasp with the same enthusiasm he loves you so much for having no matter the situation. Giyuu rubs your back with his large, warm palm and he half smiles glancing at you, dark hair falling over his eyes.

“It’s beautiful.”

Your words are simple but they make your loving boyfriend’s heart warm to hear. Nothing on this earth comes close to as beautiful as you are but a still, perfect, winter snowfall is impressive by his high standards.

“Want to go out and enjoy it up close?” His offer makes you grin and nod, eager to enjoy wintertime hand in hand with the one who makes you feel the warmest of all.

Hii dearest anon !! ❄️ Your lil “ho ho ho” made me giggle 😉; sending you a hug and kiss back. 🤗💝💝

THANK YOU FOR WRITING SUCH A LOVELY MOMENT OF LOVE. 🥰 I swear I could feel Giyuu’s words murmured softly into my skin; I’ve dozed off pretty much exactly as you described w/ my irl bf many times, so this drabble was extra sweet to me. 🥺

“you feel the sensation of his answer” —> 🫠😍

“he wraps one arm around your waist and holds you to him” —> I wiiish 🥲💙

“dark hair falling over his eyes” ugggh he’s SO dreamy 😮‍💨🤍

THE ENDING OMG STAAAHP. 🤯🧡 “the one who makes you feel the warmest of all” I WANT HIM, I WANT THIS, PLS AND TY PLEEEASE. 😭😭😭💘 Me and my cold toes are waiting for Giyuu to come cuddle us. 😭😭😭💘

I’m grateful for you and your beautiful writing; tyvm for making me feel cozy and loved. 🩷💕💞💓💗

[lumiereandcogsworth]

it's mother's day so I must know, what was Belle's first one like, and if you've thought about it, what was her first with each kiddo like? does she have a favorite or special mother's day memory? what kind of gifts do the kids (and Adam) give her? 🥹💖

AAHH !!!! 💕💞💓

her first mother’s day with renée (AND EVER!!!!!) was precious but probably mostly uneventful, since renée was only a month old and was pretty much just crying or sleeping at that point. (mostly crying.) i know adam got belle a bouquet of roses (and said they were from renée, of course) and probably other little gifties because that man cannot control himself when it comes to gifts. but overall i think they’d spend the day half in bed and half outside !!! i’m sure the little family has a lovely picnic ☀️💖 and i think maurice would maybe give her a portrait of her & renée 🤧 and it makes belle cry because it Does look similar to the portrait of her and her mama… very bittersweet thing. i’m Sure maurice cried at some point while making it😭 anyway!! belle loves her baby so so so much. i’ve talked about it before but belle, of course, never really thought she’d get the chance to be a mama. because she Knew she’d only marry for the greatest of love. so the fact that she!!! GETS TO BE A MAMA!!! she’s so happy :”) i’ll link this fic since that’s where i discuss that topic more 💖

her first mother’s day with juliette (well, technically she was pregnant with her on a mother’s day, and renée was 2, and i’m sure that was a very sweet time!! but) juliette’s First mother’s day, post-womb, she was like ten months old!!!!!!! and renée was newly 3 years old and very Active and Excited about everything. this time adam put the the bouquet of flowers in renée’s little arms and he lifted her up onto the bed in the early morning and renée said “HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, MAMA!!!” and dropped the flowers all over belle’s lap, which made her laugh SO hard. she wrangled renée into her arms and kissed her a million times. baby juliette was there too, getting snuggles from her mama all day long 🥰 i think maurice would make a tradition of his gift, and he made a portrait of belle and her two (!!!) daughters.

her first mother’s day with little maurice !!! (again, she was pregnant with him during a mother’s day, but anyway) reecy was six months old. little guy :”3 renée was 7 but juliette was still 4. it was LOVELY!!!!! spending lovely time outside. i can picture belle sitting under the shade of a tree, rocking her little baby son, while her daughters (especially renée) are bouncing around her, telling her stories, including her in imaginary tea parties and warriors’ battles in equal measure. adam is there too, playing and just loving his family endlessly. and of COURSE ! grandpa maurice presents belle with another painting, this time of her and her three little beauties 🤧 it’s just always such a lovely daaaaayyy

in terms of gifts from adam, it’s mostly flowers and jewelry. he knows most of all that belle just wants to spend the day with her babies, so he lets her take the lead on this day and just spends time with his darlings. they do whatever belle wants to do, which is usually just outdoor activities like walks or horseback riding.

a mother’s day memory that belle loves is when renée was four. she’d been Really wanting to ride the horses, like even before she could speak she’s always been so fascinated by them!!! but up until this point, adam had been hesitant about it. belle was too at first, but around when she was three, belle started pleading with adam too to let her try lmao. so he said when she was four, Fine. renée turned four in april, but they were in paris at the time, so they did other fun stuff less horse-related. they came back home just before mother’s day, and so, on the day, renée rode a horse with her mama for the first time🥹 and adam was (Of Course) very nervous about it. he was standing there holding juliette on his hip just being like “and make sure you hold onto her, darling. and renée, RENÉE, hold onto the saddle horn. okay? don’t let go of it, macaron. are you hearing me?” and belle’s of course like just super excited, AND RENÉE IS BESIDE HERSELF!!!!!! (adam has to Keep telling her to put her hands back on the saddle horn, because she keeps flapping her hands all over the place). but eventually they go, slow at first, and renée’s just giggling so excited. and eventually philippe is trotting, then cantering, maybe even galloping !!! and it’s SO FUN !!!!! belle and renée are both laughing so much, adam can’t help but beam happily 🥹🥹🥹

gosh!!!!!!!! i think in general, the kids love to make her gifts. i think one year, renée tried to write a book for her. (when she was like. 8.) and adam’s like “wow that’s pretty ambitious!” and renée was like *elle woods voice * “what, like it’s hard?” afjskd. she ends up writing and illustrating a Very short story but her grandfather helps her bind the pages together and belle LOVES the gift so so so much. renée sits on her lap and reads the story to her and Gosh it’s so cute. but yeah anyway CRAFTS !! all three of them love making her drawings, on literally any given day, but they’ll go all out for mother’s day. they just love like, telling stories. because STORIES ARE THIS FAMILY’S LOVE LANGUAGE !!! they write little plays with their friends and act them out for her. they make storyboard/comic strips and show them to her. it’s just so !!! lovely.

i think juliette isn’t AS arts & crafts-y as her sister and brother, but she’s always there to go along with their ideas. i think later on in years, when juliette is a teenager, she writes little songs for her mama. like, not lyrics, but on the violin!! tunes that have essence of belle. and she then plays them for her mother and it always makes belle tear up 🥺 so juliette does end up being creative and artsy, just with her music !!

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Hey darlin'! I'm your assigned HBO War-Related Summer Gift Exchange Writer/Gifter. 👀

Consider this your first message- but I want DEETS.

What is your favourite season and why?

If you could choose between the forest or the sea, which would you choose and why?

I've already got ideas churning, so the sooner you type back, the sooner I'll be getting on your giftie!

Hello, sorry it’s taken me a little while to reply, work has been super busy today.

So for my favourite season I would have to say summer. I love the long summers days, the sun shining (not too much rain 😂 it literally rains all year in England) I love that you can go outside so much more too.

The next one is a tough one because I love walking my dogs in a forest. It’s so peaceful and quiet. But I also really love the sea and being near the coast so I’d have to pick the sea. There’s just something so soothing about being near the water.

Thank you so much for your asks, I can’t wait to see what you come up with 🩵

[pins-junkyard]

Haven't checked here in a bit.

Well hhhh first of all, good news! I'll be moving out in 5 days soooo I've been packing stuff up (and fighting my family while doing so)

anddd second!! I've been falling back into a "being glued to the phone" loophole and I need to get this shit off my brain fr (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) Just cycling between the same 3 apps aaaaaa I can feel my braincells rotting

And I haven't even been able to play foamstars very much in literally 2 weeks - ovw fix came back kicking my ass.

plus, doing my best for a drawing giftie which is now waaaayyy long overdue and I feel really really bad

[coiledqueen]

also pretend this 👫🏻 is from steven. maybe one day the blog will be freed from shadow jail....

four hcs / always accepting!! (#free/steven)

Steven and Lucy have a very, um...competitive relationship. Most conversations turn into biting commentary or heated debates, but the Pike Queen still enjoys the champion's company, appreciating how he can keep pace with her on most fronts. That being said, the banter between the two can be mean. They are not intimidated by each other in the least--and to an outsider, it can seem like these two absolutely loathe each other. Sharp tongues.

Steven can freely drop his 'perfect public persona' around Lucy and know that she won't judge him for doing so. His visits to the Pike often involve unfiltered gossip, opinions (the takes are hot), and prying questions. In return, Lucy often picks his brain about Hoenn's League, often urging him to overhaul the system to be less constrained. And sometimes, she just talks shit. (Oh well.)

Whenever he visits, Steven spoils Lucy with courtesy gifts/offerings that usually cost a small fortune--usually wines or liquor. Lucy--for what it's worth--does not mind being spoiled at all. Neither does her Seviper, who often slithers up to Steven, demanding her own gifties in a more needy manner. (Vera can be a bit of a brat.)

Sledge and Jackpot, Lucy's Steelix and Dunsparce respectively, love Steven's company. When he's around, Sledge will usually poke his mammoth head out of the ground while Jackpot presents their latest underground treasures for Steven's appraisal.

[giftyforyou]

Wait oh my god you kin gifty? I'm so sorry I did not eat you as Ozeca I promise gently holds and pats

i'm genuinely unsure at first it was a joke but then i set up the blog aesthetic and went WAIT

being called gifty makes me happy all i know for sure :)

[gowns]

...This is the problem with any climate policy, big or small: It requires an imaginative leap. While the math of decarbonization and electric mobilization is clear, the future lifestyle it implies isn’t always. Right-wing commenters sometimes seize upon this fact to caricature any climate policy as a forced retreat from modernity — Americans forced to live in ecopods — while on the left any accounting seems to cloud the urgency of the moment. A majority of emissions come from just 100 or so corporations, activists argue, a concentration of industrial production that, once decarbonized, could slash the footprint beneath every wall sconce and sandwich. Even if it were true, these arguments conveniently ignore one uncomfortable fact: Walmart, Exxon Mobil and Berkshire Hathaway didn’t burn that fuel on their own — we paid them to, or burned it ourselves, because the way we live depends on it. By any standard, American lives have become excessive and indulgent, full of large homes, long trips, aisles of choices and app-delivered convenience. If the possibilities of the future are already narrowing to the one being painted by science with increasing lucidity, it strains even the most vivid imagination to picture it widening again without a change in behavior.

This isn’t an American crisis alone. All around the world, nations have locked themselves into unsustainable, energy-intensive lifestyles... [...]

The problem of reducing our footprints further isn’t that we don’t have models of sustainable living; it’s that few exist without poverty. Imagine another typical household, this time somewhere in the rural tropics, like the Mara region in northwestern Tanzania. You live with five or six others, your husband, parents, grandmother and perhaps two kids, in a 700-square-foot house without electricity, maybe one you built by hand from sun-dried bricks. You cook with firewood and pay for 3G with the few dollars a day you make. All around you, people are clearing forests for corn and rice, damaging ecosystems that otherwise pull carbon from the air. To give your kids a better life, you move to the city, and as you make more money, you rent a bigger house, take more buses, buy an air-conditioner. All these improvements add to your quality of life, ticking you upward on the Human Development Index, but also expand your carbon footprint — the two being so closely tied they could be proxies. No matter your vocation or luck, the only real way for you to make your life better is to burn more fossil fuels. So you do — collectively elevating your country out of those with a footprint close to zero (Afghanistan, the Central African Republic) and into those around two tons: India, the Philippines.

This is the paradox at the heart of climate change: We’ve burned far too many fossil fuels to go on living as we have, but we’ve also never learned to live well without them. As the Yale economist Robert Mendelsohn puts it, the problem of the future is how to create a 19th-century carbon footprint without backsliding into a 19th-century standard of living. No model exists for creating such a world, which is partly why paralysis has set in at so many levels. The greatest crisis in human history may require imagining ways of living — not just of energy production but of daily habit — that we have never seen before. How do we begin to imagine such a household?

Late last year, I traveled to Uruguay in hope of glimpsing one possibility....

read more! [gifty link so you can read it without paywall]

[kamino-blues]

Gifts from the Bad Batch

Here are some of my ideas of what the Bad Batch would get you after dating you for a while! <3

Tech

Tech would make you both matching bracelets

These weren't normal bracelets though

There was a sensor in the charm of the bracelet, that connected the two of them

So when you touched the top portion of the bracelet, he would feel that touch on his own. And if you touched it, he would feel your touch

So if you were separated from him, you could just touch the bracelet so he would know that you were thinking about him

If you were ever worried about him, you could touch that bracelet, and even if he is in the middle of a gunfight he would press it right away

If you couldn’t go on a mission with him and his brothers, expect your wrist to be constantly tapped

It was incredibly endearing, and a good way to stay in contact when you couldn’t call him

He decided to teach you morse code so you guys could send messages through the bracelet

You have a special tap to tell each other that you love each other

Either way there is constant taping on both of your ends

Hunter

He would gift you one of his spare headbands, as they were always something you would play around with when he was wearing one

He was getting sick of you untying it from his hair and placing it in your own

If you have longer hair, when he gifted it he would turn you around and tie your hair into a ponytail with it

If your hair is shorter, he would tie it around your wrist

If you were going out you would wear it on your wrist, being able to fidget with it and hold onto it made you think of him

Sometimes you would put it into your hair like he does, and just follow him around

He would end up ruffling your hair and then pulling it out to put on top of his currently worn headband, giving you a taste of your own medicine

Wrecker

He would totally get you a plushie

Not any plushie, he would get a tooka doll that had markings that look like his armor

He got this idea of getting you this because you would always hold onto Lula when you were waiting for him to get back from long missions

He would often come back to see you asleep in your bunk, holding tightly onto his plushie

This plushie will not leave your side when you are in the barracks

Like, sometimes Wrecker will get jealous over how glued to your side this plushie is

Its the perfect gift that makes you think of him when he is away

Crosshair

Crosshair is not the most gifty of the group, he usually doesn’t do this sort of thing

But as you two started to get more serious, he decided that he wanted to get you something

So that you can have something to remember him when you two are separated

What he came up with was a necklace with his crosshair symbol on a metal charm

He made it himself, carving on the metal when he was waiting for a mission to start

Honestly its such a nice gesture, you weren’t expecting it at all when he gave it to you

Ended up with you pulling him into a huge hug, him tensing for a second before hugging back

You never take it off, you wear it while you sleep

You run your hands over it and fidget with it to try and calm yourself when you are stressed

If he's ever on a mission that you can't go on, you end up holding onto his charm for the majority of time he isn't there

Echo

You had heard stories from Echo about the 501st and his past

You had only known him when he was part of the Bad Batch, so hearing his stories when he was working back with a Jedi had always intrigued you

You just hadn’t known that he still had remnants from his past

One day Echo told you to close your eyes and hold out your hands

You felt something placed in your hands, feeling like the plastoid armor he usually wears

He tells you to open, and you see a piece of white plastoid, with what looks to be a portion of a blue finger on the bottom right of it

He explains that this was part of the armor that he used to wear when he was with the 501st, and that he wanted you to have it

You quickly hug him, a wave of emotions coming over you at the fact that he would gift you something as important as this

With Echoes permission, you were able to string it to be a necklace, and you make sure the charm lays over your heart

[igglemouse]

Episode 4 ~ The Gift

I didn’t have many places to hold a conversation at in my house. There was the living room and my couch or the small area carved into the kitchen that counted as a dining room. That’s where we decided to chat.

It took a while to get her to get to the reason she was over here. First she wanted to indulge in small talk about gardening and vegetables and farm animals, things that did interest me but right now my whole little farm was an aside to what was currently going on in my life. So it was time to get to why she had come over.

Julius: You said it was urgent. Is this about a festival or-

Athena: No, no, it’s...

She paused for some time, unsure of how to continue but forcing herself to do just that. 

Athena: What if I knew a way that you could be normal?

Julius: Normal?

Athena: Not a vampire, I mean.

Julius: Wait, what?

She knew? How did she know? I guess me hiding out indoors during the day time is a hint but I don’t think it could lead to a rational person thinking I was a vampire. I was going to deny, that’s the general rule when someone suspects, deny and make them feel like they are the crazy one. To gaslight them and move on. 

Athena: I told you that I was part fairy-

Julius: I thought that was a joke.

Athena: It is, in a way, but the truth can be a joke sometimes too.

Julius: Ok, ok, part fairy...

What does that even mean? I admit, I know little next to nothing about fairies. I know they exist and can sometimes be very powerful but outside of that?

Julius: What are you proposing, exactly?

Athena: You seem like an alright guy that’s stuck inside the destructive nature of your species. You must destroy to live, after all. But there is a way out. I could help you. You could be normal for once.

I found myself shaking my head. What is normal for me is this. I was born a vampire and to imagine being mortal and human? No way. It seemed far from my normal at least and a betrayal of who I am. 

Julius: No thanks Athena. If that’s your plan-

Athena grinned: Just think about it. I’ll be around if you ever change your mind.

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